Jing Yuan naturally saw what Blood Rose was doing, but said nothing. He really had no standing to interfere. Fortunately, Huo Hai could still keep her in line. Jing Yuan kept praying inwardly that Huo Hai would wake up soon.
Huo Hai had not been injured; he was merely exhausted. As evening approached, he finally woke up. "Brother Huo, you're finally awake! Does anything feel wrong?" The moment he woke, he heard an anxious voice.
Forcing his eyes open, Huo Hai saw Blood Rose's worried face. His heart jolted. Am I dreaming? Blood Rose can actually look worried? He shook his head hard, and when he opened his eyes again, Blood Rose had returned to normal. That's more like it. How could Blood Rose ever wear an expression like that? Huo Hai thought to himself.
"How are things outside? Nothing happened, did it?" Thinking of the earlier battle left Huo Hai utterly frustrated. How on earth had those Demon Spirit Masters gotten in? It was far too strange. This had not been some little squad.
Blood Rose pouted and complained, "Brother Huo, why don't you show a little concern for me? I was so worried about you." She gazed at Huo Hai with a seductive expression, but he had seen that look so often that he was long since used to it.
"All right, all right. Honestly, you're still so unromantic. Nothing's happened outside. The new corps commander is interrogating Mo Wen-that Spirit Marshal we captured. Everyone else is building the camp." As he listened, Huo Hai got out of bed, stretched a little, and headed outside. He had not suffered a single injury in the earlier battle.
Although his mental energy had not fully recovered, a couple of days' rest would take care of that. It did not hamper